An awful day. I threw a back muscle when packing this morning, and had no power in my legs all day. That, combined with the excessive packing I have obviously done, meant that it took 7:30 hours on the road. The last 50 km from Whiporie to 4:30. I was almost out of water, too, given the heat and the easterly wind that hit me in the face over the last 10km.
From about 40km out I was seriously starting to wonder what I was doing, and daydreaming about some cute young girl stopping to offer me a lift. At 25km to goÂ I stopped at the single camping ground on the route, and found that the water was all non-drinkable – fine if you can boil it, I guess, but useless to me. It wasn’t until Leeville primary school at 10km to go, after husbanding the last half a bottle for some time, that I could refill.
Lunch at Whiporie was a nice break. I got chatting with the new owner and his friends. He and his wife have only been there since the start of November and are still coming to terms with dodgey suppliers and how to get what you order, and all the issues with running a general store in the middle of nowhere. That includes being a mail man, and all the other little things needed to support a rural community. Hopefully they make it work, since there’s nowhere else for food between Grafton and Casino.
I had wonderful dinner at the Cecil Hotel in Casino. It was supposed to be Hokkien noodles with chicken and prawns. However, they were all out of prawns so they substituted calamari. It was done to perfection, and I followed it with some apple crumble that was just as well done.
Things not to pack: